Sacrifice By My Son

This is one of my son's rap lyrics that he put to music.  He was murdered but his life still lives on in his music.  I left it just the way he typed it.  You can hear some of his music on Sound Cloud under Brooks Greenlee.

Baby girl what happened, can you tell me why you had to go 
We thought our love was magic, seemed so perfect guess we should’ve known

You ran away, memories remain
just like the pain, that won’t go away
if you’re afraid, i’ll keep you safe
what can i say, to make you stay
just one more night, please don’t resist
til morning light, we’ll reminisce
my biggest wish, is simply this
that you and i, share one more kiss
this kind of love, doesn’t happen twice
so if i can’t, change your mind
i’ll let you go, i’ll pay the price
this will be my greatest sacrifice

Baby girl what happened
Can you tell me why you had to go
Thought our love was magic
Seemed so perfect guess we should’ve known
That this day was coming
Love is a poison that we both consumed
And it was all or nothing
I guess our love was too good to be true

once upon a time, we believed
there was not enough time in eternity
for you and me, thought it was meant to be 
but like our fairy tale, it was make believe
i wanna know, what did i do
did i not give enough love to you
i tried to prove, what we have is true
guess i was wrong, now i’m the fool
cause you left me, love took its toll
it’s hard to breathe, with an empty hole
where my heart should be, i’m freezing cold
my sunshine left when you left me all alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Malcom Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 10:11 AM
This is amazing!
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